The Abyss

The Abyss

By: Rains Mirage

Rating: R. Due to later sexual content and violence.

Chapter 2

Summary: In a world devoid of light except for the artificial light that was created long ago, a girl will find herself literally in hell. Will this young girl survive going from having her freedom to do whatever she wanted to being turned into a slave, soon to become the Lord’s new toy.

AN: Well I’m an idiot. I put Non fic on this thing. Well this is a twisted work of fiction. It’s only going to get more twisted as I get deeper into the plot.


The artificial light of the world know as Chimera shined as a hole opened up into what looked like a courtyard. Chimera is the hell dimension of the Lord Ambrose. When you like of hell you think hellfire and brimstone. Not Chimera, it was a lush landscape. It had fields that the slaves had to work, had small houses that the slaves were forced to live in, there were shops for the higher ups in the hierarchy, and of course the palace of the lord. Chimera had no natural light, but out of magic there was an artificial sun 12 hours out of the 30 hours day. The sun was enough to help grow the food that was used by the dimension. There were no seasons in Chimera. Just a blistering 99 degree’s every day. The slaves had to bathe in a special lake that was 2 miles from the palace. The water that supplies the plumbing of the palace and other places that needed piped water came from a river that flowed all throughout Chimera. The rivers name was Ambiance.

Spike stepped through the hole with his victim held very close to his body. She was still screaming into the towel that was still held over her face. He removed the towel and released Thea. Thea stumbled as she feel forward from the release. Thea feel to her knees very hard. The fall jarred her upset stomach. Thea threw up what was left of her drinks and food from the dinner she had at Lana’s. Thea got up on her shaky knees and then to her feet. As she was turning around, Thea brought her hand up and turned fully. Catching Spike fully in the stomach, Thea hit him with as much force a person who was drunk could. That took Spike surprise as he doubled over.

“Where in the fucking hell am I?” She yelled as she punched him in the face. Spike clearly did not expect her to have as much force in her punches as she did. But then he had only been watching her for a little while. He never saw her work out with her MMA instructor or her kickboxing coach. Some of the palace guards heard the yelling and came running. They saw that the boss’s right hand was getting pummeled. So they stepped in and restrained Thea but punching her in the face and grabbing her arms.

“You little bitch.” Spike yelled and punched Thea in the stomach. “You ever touch me again little girl and you will wish you were dead.” Spike announced just as Thea broke free from the guard’s hold on her arms and speared Spike in the middle of his chest taking him down to the ground. Thea started punching on Spike as the guard’s tried to get a hold onto Thea again. One guard hit Thea at a point in the back of her head that knocked her out.

“Strip her and take her to the lower level. Then give here 30 lashes with a wet object. Then throw her in a holding cell. Leave her hair intact.” Spike ordered the vampire guards as he looked at the unconscious girl rubbing his body. She really has a strong punch Spike thought as he continued to rub his chest and stomach.

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The lower levels was someplace out of a nightmare. Unfinished rough stone walls and a cobble stone floor with torches illuminating the passage was what made the enclosures of the rooms and hallways of this hell hole. There was an eerie silence as the guard carried their burden down the winding passages. The entered what had to be a torture room? There was a square box of trepid water, shackles that looked like they would stretch a person out, and on the far right side was object used for torture such as whips, knives, and sticks with holes in them. The guard dropped his burden down onto the ground rather hard. Thanks to the blow his comrade gave the young girl, she was still out. The guard shook his head. She was such a pretty little girl. He would have to figure out what to do with her floor length hair. What he planned on using would cut her hair, which was for sure. No one wanted to incur Spike’s wrath. Why this child did was beyond him. Grantors sighed and picked the girl up. He walked over to the water and shoved her face and shoulders into the water. This would wake her up. And sure enough as soon as her nosed filled with water, Thea started to thrash. Grantors pulled her out of the water and started to strip her. Now that Thea was awake she was ready for battle. She struck the pig that was trying to undress her from her ruined dress.

In response she got hit hard across the face. She felt her cheek bone crack a little. Thea however refused to cry. Grantors had to give the kid credit. She was not weak like most of those Spike or the other hunters usually bring. He finished stripping her. He noticed that she had something around her wrist. It was a pony hair holder. Grantors took it and tied up her impossible long hair. Thea was still dazed from that shot across her face. She didn’t realize what was going on till she was lifted and put into the shackles. The shackles were such that her feet were about 2 feet above the ground. She was stretched out by her own weight.

“Ok little one. This is going to hurt a great deal. However this is what you get for attacking Lord Ambrose right hand man.”

“What the fuck are you talking about cock sucker?” Thea was scared, but refused to show any of it. She was rewarded with the most painful sting she every felt in her life. Her step father had cut her once, but that was nothing compared to this.

“Such a nasty little mouth on such a pretty girl” He swung the whip that he has wet against her skin again. “You are in Chimera, the hell dimension of Lord Ambrose. You were brought her by Spike, where you will spend the rest of your breathing days as a slave. It remains to be seen how long you will live.” With those words Grantors started in earnest to do as he was instructed. At first Thea did not scream, however after the 10th slash, she could not help herself. Her screams filled the lower levels. By the time he was done, Thea’s once perfectly tanned back was a mess of bloody lacerated pale skin. Grantors released her from her shackles. Thea fell with a very wet flop onto the rough cobble stones.

“Get up child.” Grantors commanded as he stood over her broke body. Thea just looked up at him defiantly. He reached and grabbed a handful of her hair. He pulled her up with a yelp and dragged her out of the room. They walked down a long hallway to the right of the room they had been in. He opened a door and threw Thea into the dark cell with no source of light. He slammed the door closed and locked it. Thea yelled for him to open the door and pounded on the heavy steel, but alas her tormentor was already out of hearing distance. Meanwhile up in the most upper floor of the palace….

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Spike was rubbing his very sore stomach and upper chest. That girl could fight. He knocked on a very ornate wood door and waited. He heard a muffled “come in”, so he turned the knob to the door and walked into the richly decorated room. The room was done in rich colors of red. The walls were a deep maroon color, the drapes over the 4 windows were the colors of crimson blood red, the ultra plush carpet was a red wine color, the bed covers and pillows were a bright red and black. The bed was the only thing with any other color other than red. On the walls were Van Gogh painting Spike had gotten so very long ago. One of the paintings “Starry Night” was his lord’s favorite. His lord had his back to him. With a sigh Spike’s lord turned around. He certainly was a handsome man to say the least. With shoulder length rich black hair, bright blue eyes, chiseled features, standing 6’6” feet tall, strong defined chest and arms under his regal clothing with equally strong torso and legs, Lord Ambrose certainly was a catch. Spike unconsciously rubbed his sore body again. That and the bruise on his face peaked Ambrose interest.

“What Spike? Did you and Grantors have a difference of opinion again?” A think rich accent that sounded like a sweet melody asked.

“Your newest slave can fight my lord.” Spike said matter o fact.

“What did he do to you? I thought you always picked weak abused kids.

“Her name is Athena. She is a 13 year old kid who likes to surf and go to parties with her friends. She is from an abusive home. However the kid packs quite a punch and can spear like no 13 year old I know. I think she might have been taught how to fight, even though I never saw her train with anyone. She is currently getting punished then thrown into a holding cell.”

“A 13 year old girl kicked your ass Spike? Maybe you are getting to be an old man. However tonight is a ball and I had yet to find anyone. So take me to this hellcat. Maybe she will do and just may get tamed tonight.”

“She is very pretty my lord. She has hair down to the floor that I know you will enjoy.” Spike opened the door and waited for Ambrose to cross the room and follow him.

“What color are her eyes?” Ambrose asked as they descended the grand stairway that lead to his level of the palace. On the 5th floor of the palace was only Ambrose living area. It had his gym, his study, his very spacious sleeping quarters, his special courtyard, as well as other rooms and such. After walking for a while they came to the lower levels were they heard yelling and banging.

“I see she is still kicking sir.” Spike commented as he walked to the cell holding his newest talent.

“Yes Spike, you did pick a hell cat. Go ahead and open the door. I wish to see her.” Ambrose was very intrigued by the voice that was yelling such obscenities through the heavy steel door. Spike opened the door and instantly felt a pull of desire fill the pit of his stomach. Here before him was a vision. Thea was naked from her beating. Ambrose had never seen a human with so much fire and sprit as well as hair that long. He liked long hair on his female slaves. Her skin was flushed with her anger. Ambrose couldn’t help but look at her lovely curls that were beginning to dust her genitalia. Just like her hair, her pubic hair was also dark. Normally Ambrose preferred only blonds, but this girl was a vision. Yes she would do fine for tonight’s ball and yes he would take her afterwards. His day just bright considerably, at least it did till Spike doubled over again. The little hell cat punched Spike again.

“You little bitch. I should have you killed for all the trouble you have caused me.” Spike was out raged and went to hit her.

“Enough.” Was so simple command that was spoken with great authority. At that point Thea brushed her hair out of her face. It was at that point Ambrose noticed her cheek.

“Were you stupid enough to spark Grantors wrath little girl?” It was a simple enough question; however Thea was still pissed off.

“I would advise you to think carefully before you answer. I will have you killed, but not before you are skinned alive first.” Thea let a few tears fall down her cheek and Ambrose saw a scared little girl who had quite the temper. Yes she would need to be tamed if she would to be a companion.

“My cheek bone is crack.” She said defiantly. Ambrose could not help but admire her spirit. It would not last long however. He would be the one to break her and it would please him to no end.

“Spike take her to the healer and then my quarters. I will have Samara lay out the appropriate things for tonight’s ball. “Ambrose started to leave when Thea yelled.

“Like hell I am going to do anything anyone in this shit hole ….” Thea was cut off by a stinging slap to her injured check bone.

“I suggest you learn your place now. Or I will carry out with my threat. I am your lord and master now little one. You are my personal slave now. So the only people you will listen to are either I or Spike. Tonight is a ball and I need an escort. You will do nicely even if you are a little banged up. So spike go get her treated and then to my quarters. I have business to attend.” With that Ambrose left spike and Thea together.

“Come bitch, you need to be treated for infection.” Spike made a sign for her to go forward.

“Not without my clothes.” She planted herself there and refused to move. Spike got mad and grabbed her. “You will only wear clothes if you master says you can.” With that Spike dragged her to the infirmary for treatment for her face and back.